I have spent my life being free with my heart. I throw it around hoping someone has soft enough hands to catch it. Pull it safely into theirs, hold it tight and keep it safe.
That isn’t always the case.
Sometimes my heart lands in a pile of ungrateful shit, and I am left spending months if not years trying to clean the reminisce of torment from its pervious jacket. Tearing past the walls I have been so determined to build, each time giving away a piece of my heart.
I give you my broken heart, the one I threw at you with reckless abandon. The heart you did not secure with the soft hands I was convinced you had.
You will only get a portion of this heart.
Take it with you but be gentle, understand that this heart loves easy and free. You own a piece of it now; it is yours to keep. But please do remember each time I give a fragment away. I am left a little more lonely for love I thought I once knew.